I am unaware of what lies outside my kingdom. Most of my attendants, including me, have strict rules not to talk about the outside world. I have altered rules compared to the others. The castle has a “restricted,” section. I may not lay a claw on the zone. I may only be allowed to wait outside, for the restricted area contains the offices and rooms of my mother and father. I was told by a butler, no longer existing, that the restricted area is the only place in the castle that contains windows. The restricted area also contains the courtyard, which I was once allowed into when my mother nursed for me.
Though, I don’t remember that. I have this hunch that mother must’ve cast me with a simple memory alteration spell because I don’t remember her nursing me.
I have never crossed the kingdom walls, which have no solid gate. Usually demons, of all ages, simply fly across and gazed at whatever is out there. And so you’re wondering, why can’t I get up there? Well, the answer is simple, I’m a mutated demon. My ear curves when it should move out straight, while the other seems to be completely fine, my legs contain dangerously sharp, long claws when they should be just a small nub with a sharp end, and my wings are gone when kids my age have long feathery wings. These kids soaring through the sky, as I imagine, wave to me during my studies. In one instance, a boy with light purple skin was sitting in the medical office. He seemed very new to the place. After a few minutes of staring, I realized he had a “halo,” a word that I had learned in Exotic Species, a book I clearly enjoyed because it wasn’t about demons. Demon books seemed to brag about being a demon and comparing species was always, “why a demon is better”. Halos are bands that practically flew above an angel's head. Though, this boy seemed to be turning into a falling angel, an angel that has committed a series of sins causing them to become more of a demon-like angel. This was seen as unholy in the angel’s culture.
As you can clearly see I very much enjoyed contemplating what that boy did. Anything other than demons was far more interesting than learning about… well, demons.
After he was done being treated and it was my turn to get my check-up to examine if I would ever become “normal,” he talked to me! He said his name was, Mionvoti Lyuoteil (All angels have fancy names like that). Afterward, he started jumbling some words out of his mouth before the butler shuffled him out of the way. I don’t think I ever saw him again.
In Kingdoms and Clans with Mr. Chari, I was taught that every species has its own kingdom. Of course, lessons like these only ended with long conversations of how and why demons overrule such “small,” kingdoms. The drawings on his wall seemed to show that we were the pathetic ones. Though, after debating with him about why these species still had large cities and were still as intricate, he sighed and took the pictures down. Later he was scolded because he had shown the outside world to me. He used the phrase “they were only drawings,” often in the harsh conversation with mom. If they were only drawings why’d he take them down in the first place?
I didn’t pay attention to any of his lessons afterward because the door was left open to supervise his teachings. In my defense, hearing people getting angry was much more entertaining than listening to professors who have bare white walls.
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